Chapter 100: [ Feedback: Sea-Stone Resistance +1]
The next day, as the sun reached its peak, Lakeman stirred awake. He glanced around, noticing the absence of Hancock and Robin, who had already departed for their daily training session. After a brief sigh, he made his way to the luxurious bathroom, where Lily awaited him. Her gentle hands carefully washed him, every touch precise and attentive. Her serene expression never faltered as she moved gracefully around him.
"Did you sleep well, Master Lakeman?" Lily asked, her voice soft and soothing as she rinsed his shoulders.
"Quite well, Lily," Lakeman replied, a slight smirk on his face as he grabbed her ass and squeezed it. "I can always count on you to start my day perfectly."
After finishing his bath and dressing, Lakeman headed to the dining room, where he enjoyed a leisurely meal. The flavors were rich, the portions ample, as he savored each bite, knowing the day's entertainment lay just ahead.
Stepping onto the deck, he settled into a comfortable recliner with a clear view of the training ground below. There, Hancock, Robin, and Hancock's sisters were deep into their training, moving through intense drills under Kizaru's sharp-eyed supervision. The scene was mesmerizing—each of them pushing themselves to the brink, drenched in sweat, breaths coming in ragged pants as they fought to maintain their stance.
"Interesting," Lakeman muttered to himself, his lips curving into a smile. "They're finally adapting."
Kizaru noticed Lakeman watching and approached him with a nod. "Saint Lakeman," he began, respectful yet direct. "They've made considerable progress. Even with the sea stone bracelets, their stamina has improved far beyond my expectations."
"Is that so, Borsalino?" Lakeman asked, his eyes glinting. "Tell me more."
Kizaru pointed toward Hancock, who was engaged in a sparring session with Robin. "When they first wore the bracelets, they could barely stand, let alone train. The sea stone's influence was... debilitating. But just a week later, Hancock can handle herself well enough to defeat opponents with bounties of fifty million Beli, now they have been training for almost a month. Impressive, wouldn't you say?"
Lakeman chuckled. "Indeed. And what about you, Borsalino? Have you been participating as well?"
Kizaru shifted, holding up his own wrists, where a pair of sleek sea stone shackles glinted in the sunlight. "I thought it would be wise, Saint Lakeman," he admitted, with a touch of humility. "If a situation arises where I am shackled, I'll need to know how to fight regardless."